The Distant Nightmare

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Elias Thorne woke with the taste of salt and rot on his tongue. The dream had been the same as it always was: a ship made of bone, sailing through a sea of grey static. He blinked, and the mist of the port of Vael seeped through the window, cold and heavy, pressing against the glass like a living thing. It was the eve of the winter solstice. The *Aethelgard* sat in the dry dock, her hull...

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